462.2 
?38s 


Military  Order  of  the  Loyal 
Legion  of  the  United  States 

Pennsylvania  Cormnandery 
Song-Book 


THE  LIBRARY 

OF 

THE  UNIVERSITY 
OF  CALIFORNIA 

LOS  ANGELES 


Military  Order  of  the  Loyal  Legion  of  the  United  States 


SONG-  BOOK 


OF  THE 


COMMANDED  OF  THE  STATE  OF  PENNSYLVANIA 


PHILADELPHIA 
1902 


ALFRED  GROI-X,  Printer,  706  N.  3d  St.,  Philadelphia. 


AMERICA. 

Kcy  ofC-)tL?  a 

My  country,  't  is  of  thee, 

Sweet  land  of  liberty,  17  2  c> 

Of  thee  I  sing !  °  $ 

Land  where  our  fathers  died, 
Land  of  the  pilgrim's  pride, 
From  every  mountain  side 

Let  freedom  ring. 

My  native  country,  thee — 
Land  of  the  noble,  free, 

Thy  name  I  love; 
I  love  thy  rocks  and  rills, , 
Thy  woods,  and  templed  hills, 
My  heart  with  rapture  thrills, 

Like  that  above. 

Let  music  swell  the  breeze, 
And  ring  from  all  the  trees 

Sweet  freedom's  song; 
Let  mortal  tongues  awake, 
Let  all  that  breathe  partake, 
Let  rocks  their  silence  break, 

The  sound  prolong. 

Our  father's  God,  to  Thee, 
Author  of  liberty, 

To  Thee  we  sing; 
Long  may  our  land  be  bright 
With  freedom's  holy  light ; 
Protect  us  by  Thy  might, 

Great  God,  our  King. 


1Q86305 


ANNIE  LAURIE. 

Key  of  .'   Hat. 

Maxwelton's  braes  are  bonnie, 

Where  early  falls  the  dew, 
And  it 's  there  that  Annie  Laurie 

Gave  me  her  promise  true- 
Gave  me  her  promise  true, 

Which  ne'er  forgot  will  be; 
And  for  bonnie  Annie  Laurie 

I  'd  lay  me  down  and  dee. 

Her  brow  is  like  the  snow-drift, 

Her  throat  is  like  the  swan, 
And  her  face  it  is  the  fairest 

That  e'er  the  sun  shone  on. 
That  e'er  the  sun  shone  on, 

And  dark-blue  is  her  e'e, 
And  for  bonnie  Annie  Laurie 

I  'd  lay  me  down  and  dee. 

Like  dew,  on  the  gowan  lying, 

Is  the  fall  of  her  fairy  feet; 
And  like  winds  in  summer  sighing, 

Her  voice  is  low  and  sweet. 
Her  voice  is  low  and  sweet, 

She  's  all  the  world  to  me, 
And  for  bonnie  Annie  Laurie 

I  'd  lay  me  down  and  dee. 


AULD  LANG  SYNE. 

Key  of  G. 

Should  auld  acquaintance  be  forgot, 
And  never  brought  to  min'  ? 

Should  auld  acquaintance  be  forgot, 
And  days  o'  auld  lang  syne? 

Chorus. — For  auld  lang  syne,  my  dear, 

For  auld  lang  syne ; 
We  '11  tak'  a  cup  o'  kindness  yet, 
For  auld  lang  syne. 

We  twa  ha'e  run  about  the  braes    • 

And  pu't  the  gowans  fine ; 
But  we  've  wandered  mony  a  weary  foot 

Sin'  auld  lang  syne. 
Chorus. — For  auld  lang  syne,  my  dear,  etc. 

We  twa  ha'e  paidl't  i'  the  burn 

Frae  mornin'  sun  till  dine ; 
But  seas  between  us  braid  ha  'e  roared 

Sin'  auld  lang  syne. 
Chorus. — For  auld  lang  syne,  my  dear,  etc. 

And  here  's  a  hand,  my  trusty  frien', 
And  gi'e  's  a  hand  o'  thine ; 

And  we  '11  tak'  a  right  guid  willie-waught, 

For  auld  lang  syne. 
Chorus. — For  auld  lang  syne,  my  dear,  etc. 

And  surely  ye  '11  be  your  pint-stoup, 

And  surely  I  '11  be  mine  ! 
And  we  '11  tak'  a  cup  o'  kindness  yet 

For  auld  lang  syne. 
Chorus. — For  auld  lang  syne,  my  dear,  etc. 


A  WET  SHEET  AND  A  FLOWING  SEA. 

A  wet  sheet  and  a  flowing  sea, 

A  wind  that  follows  fast, 
And  fills  the  white  and  rustling  sail, 

And  bends  the  gallant  mast, 
And  bends  the  gallant  mast,  my  boys ! 

While  like  an  eagle  free, 
Away  the  good  ship  flies  and  leaves 

Columbia  on  our  lea. 

Oh !  give  me  a  wet  sheet,  a  flowing  sea, 

And  a  wind  that  follows  fast, 
And  fills  the  white  and  rustling  sail, 

And  bends  the  gallant  mast ! 

Oh,  for  a  soft  and  gentle  wind, 

I  heard  a  fair  one  cry, 
But  give  to  me  the  roaring  breeze, 

And   white   waves   heaving  high ; 
And  white  waves  heaving  high,  my  boys ! 

The  good  ship  tight  and  free ; 
The  world  of  waters  is  our  home, 

And  merry  men  are  we.  — Chorus: 

There's  tempest. in  yon  horned  moon, 

And  lightning  in  yon  cloud, 
And  hark  the  music,  mariner's, 

The  wind  is  piping  loud ; 
The  wind  is  piping  loud,  my  boys ! 

The  lightning  flashes  free, 
While  the  hollow  oak  our  palace  is, 

Our  heritage  the  sea.  — Chants 


BABY  MINE. 

When  your  heart  is  itching 
From   love's   sweet  bewitching, 
Strange  things  you  will  say  and  do — 
It  always  acts  that  way ; 
That 's  when  every  minute 
hlas  some  honey  in  it, 
Day  and  night  you  are  foolish  quite, 
In  every  thing  you  say — 
I  love  some  one  dearly, 
Truly  and  sincerely, 
When  we  meet  life  's  twice  as  sweet, 
She  's  such  a  queen  you  know ; 
In  my  arms  I  hold  her, 
To  my  heart  I  fold  her, 
Then  I  say  in  tender  way 
These  words  so  soft  and  low : 
Baby  mine,  Baby  mine, 
Kiss  me,  'honey,  kiss  me, 
When  I  'm  gone  you  '11  miss  me, 
Baby  mine,  Baby  mine, 
Always  call  me  "Baby  mine." 

When  at  night,  I  meet  her, 
That 's  the  way  I  greet  her, 
She  knows  well  the  truth  I  tell — 

That  she  's  my  heart's  delight ; 
And  her  love  she  's  showing 
When,  just  as  I  'm  going 
She  tells  me  the  same,  you  see, 

Before  we  say  good-night. 
Pet  names  they  are  plenty, 
I  know  ten  times  twenty, 
But  there  's  none  can  beat  this  one, 

It  means  so  much,  you  see. 
We  're  both  over  seven, 
But  it  seems  like  heaven, 
When  with  cheeks  aglow  she  speaks 

These  loving  words  to  me ;    Baby  mine,  etc. 


BABYLON  IS  FALLEN. 

Key  of  G. 
Do  n't  you  see  de  black  clouds  rising  ober  yonder, 

Whar  de  massa's  old  plantation  am? 
Nebber  you  be  frightened ;  dem  is  only  darkies 

Come  to  jine  and  fight  for  Uncle  Sam. 

Chorus. — Look  out  dar,  now  !  we  's  a-gwine  to  shoot ! 
Look  out   dar!    don't  you    understand? 
Babylon  is  fallen !  Babylon  is  fallen ! 
An'  we  's  a-gwine  to  occupy  de  land. 

Do  n't  you  see  de  lightnin'  flashin'  in  de  cane-brake. 
Looks  as  do'  we  're  gwine  to  hab  a  storm  ? 

No,  you   is  mistaken,—  't  is   de  darkies'  bay  'nets, 

An'  de  buttons  on  der  uniform. 
Chorus. — Look  out  dar,  now!  we 's  a-gwine  to  shoot!  etc. 

Ober  in  de  cornfield,  don't  you  hear  de  thunder, 

De  music  of  de  forty-pounder  gun ; 
When  de  shells  is  missin'.  den  we  load  wid  punkins,— 

AH  de  same  to  make  de  cowards  run. 

Chorus. — Look  out  dar,  now !  we  's  gwine  to  shoot !  etc. 

Massa  was  a  Kernel  in  de  rebel  army, 

Eber  since  he  went  and  run  away. 
But  his  lubly  darkies,  dey  has  been  a-watching, 

An'  dey  took  him  pris'ner  tudder  day. 

Chorus. — Look  out  dar,  now!  we 's  a-gwine  to  shoot!  etc. 


BATTLE  HYMN  OF  THE  REPUBLIC.  Key  of  C. 

Mine  eyes  have  seen  the  coming  of  the  glory  of  the  Lord; 
He  is  trampling  out  the  vintage  where  the  grapes  of  wrath  are  stored; 
He  hath  loosed  the  fateful  lightning  of  His  terrible  swift  sword; 
His  truth  is  marching  on, 

Chorus. — Glory,  glory  hallelujah  ! 
Glory,  glory  hallelujah ! 
Glory,  glory  hallelujah ! 
His  truth  is  marching  on.        ., 

I  have  seen  Him  in  the  watch-fires  of  a  hundred  circling  camps ; 
They  have  builded  Him  an  altar  in  the  evening  dews  and  damps ; 
I  can  read  his  righteous  sentence  by  their  dim  and  flaring  lamps ; 
His  day  is  marching  on, 

Chorus. — Glory,    glory    hallelujah ! 
Glory,  glory  hallelujah ! 
Glory,  glory  hallelujah ! 
His  day  is  marching  on. 

I  have  read  a  fiery  gospel,  writ  in  burnished  rows  of  steel ; 
"As  ye  deal  with  my  contemners.  so  with  you  my  grace  shall  deal;" 
Let  the  Hero,  born  of  woman,  crush  the  serpent  with  his  heel, 
Since  God  is  marching  on, 

Chorus. — Glory,  glory  hallelujah  ! 
Glory,  glory  hallelujah ! 
Glory,  glory  hallelujah  ! 
Since  God  is  marching  on. 

He  has  sounded  forth  the  trumpet  that  shall  never  call  retreat ; 
He  is  sifting  out  the  hearts  of  men  before  His  judgment  seat. 
O,  be  swift  my  soul  to  answer  Him!  be  jubilant  my  feet! 
For  God  is  marching  on, 

Chorus. — Glory,  glory  hallelujah  ! 
Glory,  glory  hallelujah ! 
Glory,  glory  hallelujah  ! 
For  God  is  marching  on. 

In  the  beauty  of  the  lilies  Christ  was  born  across  the  sea, 
With  a  glory  in  His  bosom  that  transfigures  you  and  me; 
As  He  died  to  make  men  holy,  let  us  die  to  make  men  free, 
While  God  is  marching  on, 

Chorus. —  Glory,  glory  hallelujah ! 
Glory,  glory  hallelujah ! 
Glory,  glory  hallelujah ! 
While  God  is  marching  on. 


BRING  BACK  MY  BONNIE  TO  ME. 

Key  of  C. 
My  Bonnie  lies  over  the  ocean, 

My  Bonnie  lies  over  the  sea, 
My  Bonnie  lies  over  the  ocean, 

O.  bring  back  my  Bonnie  to  me. 

Chorus. — Bring  back,  bring  back. 

Bring  back  my  Bonnie  to  me,  to  me; 
Bring  back,  bring  back, 

Bring  back  my  Bonnie  to  me. 

Last  night  as  I  lay  on  my  pillow, 
Last  night  as  I  lay  on  my  bed, 

Last  night  as  I  lay  on  my  pillow, 
I  dreamt  that  my  Bonnie  was  dead. 

Chorus. — Bring  back,  bring  back,  etc. 

The  winds  have  blown  over  the  ocean, 
The  winds  have  blown  over  the  sea, 

The  winds  have  blown  over  the  ocean, 
And  brought  back  my  Bonnie  to  me. 

Chorus. — Bring  back,  bring  back,  etc. 


10 


BROTHERS,  AIN'T  YOU  GETTING  READY.? 

Key  of  C. 

Brothers,  ain't  you  getting  ready,  ready, 
Brothers,  ain't  you  getting  ready,  ready, 
Brothers,  ain't  you  getting  ready 
For  the  day  of  jubilee? 

Chorus. — Rise,  shine,  give  him  the  glory,  glory, 
Rise,  shine,  give  him  the  glory,  glory, 
Rise,  shine,  give  him  the  glory 
For  the  day  of  jubilee. 

Sisters,  ain't  you  getting  ready,  ready, 
Sisters,  ain't  you  getting  ready,  ready, 
Sisters,  ain't  you  getting  ready 
For  the  day  of  jubilee? 

Chorus. —  Rise,  shine,  give  him  the  glory,  glory,  etc. 

Children,  ain't  you  getting  ready,  ready, 
Children,  ain't  you  getting  ready,  ready, 
Children,  ain't  you  getting  ready 
For  the  day  of  jubilee? 

Chorus. — Rise,  shine,  give  him  the  glory,  glory,  etc. 


BUGLE  CALLS. 

Key  of  C. 

REVEILLE 

I  can  't  get  'em  up,  I  can  't  get  'em  up, 

I  can  't  get  'em  up  in  the  morning ; 
I  can  't  get  'em  up,  I  can  't  get  'em  up, 

I  can  't  get  'em  up  at  all ! 
The  corporal 's  worse  than  the  private, 
The  sergeant 's  worse  than  the  corporal, 
The  lieutenant 's  worse  than  the  sergeant. 

And  the  captain  's  the  worst  of  all. 
I  can  't  get  'em  up,  I  can  't  get  'em  up, 

I  can  't  get  'em  up  in  the  morning ; 
I  can  't  get  'em  up,  I  can  't  get  'em  up. 

I  can  't  get  'em  up  at  all ! 


STABLE    CALL. 


Come  all  that  are  able,  and  go  to  the  stable, 

To  water  your  horses  and  give  them  some  hay; 

For  if  you  do  n't  do  it,  the  sergeant  will  know  it, 

For  if  you  do  n't  do  it,  the  sergeant  will  know  it, 

For  if  you  do  n't  do  it,  the  sergeant  will  know  it, 

And  put  you  on  picket  the  very  next  day ! 


Fare  thee  well !     (All  is  veil.)      (Echo.) 
Fare  thee  well!     (All  is  tcr//.)      (Echo.) 
Faithful  guards  round  the  camp —  all  is  well ! 
To  our  comrades.  Good  night ! 
And  farewell ! 


BRAVE  BOYS  ARE  THEY! 

Heavily  falls  the  rain, 

Wild  are  the  breezes' to-night ; 
But  'neath  the  roof,  the  hours  as  they  fly, 

Are  happy  and  calm,  and  bright. 
Gathering  round  our  fire  side, 

Tho'  it  be  summer  time, 
We  sit  and  talk  of  brothers  abroad, 

Forgetting  the  midnight  chime. 

Brave  boys  are  they! 

Gone  at  their  country's  call; 
And  yet,  and  yet,  we  cannot  forget, 

That  many  brave  boys  must  fall. 

Under  the   homestead   roof, 

Nestled  so  cosy  and  warm, 
While  soldiers  sleep,  with  little  or  naught, 

To  shelter  them  from  the  storm. 
Resting  on  grassy  couches, 

Pillow  'd  on  hillocks  damp ; 
Of  martial  fare,  how  little  we  know, 

Till  brothers  are  in  the  camp.  — Brave  boys,  etc. 

May  the  bright  wings  of  love> 

ouard  them  wherever  they  roam ; 
The  time  has  come  when  brothers  must  fight, 

And  sisters  must  pray  at  home. 
Oh!  dread  field  of  battle! 

Soon  to  be  strewn  with  graves ! 
If  brothers  fall,  then  bury  them  where 

Our  banner  in  triumph  waves.  — Brave  boys,  etc. 

13 


CLEMENTINE.  Key  Of  Q  major. 

In  a  cavern,  in  a  canon, 
Excavating  for  a  mine, 
Dwelt  a  miner,   forty-niner. 
And  his  daughter  Clementine. 

Clients.— Oh  my  darling,  oh  my  darling,  oh  my  darling  Clementine, 
You  are  lost  and  gone  forever,  drefful  sorry,  Clementine. 
Light  she  was,  and  like  a  fairy, 
And  her  shoes  were  number  nine, 
Herring  boxes  without  topses 
Sandals  were  for  Clementine.  — Chorus. 

Drove  she  ducklings  to  the  water, 
Every  morning  just  at  nine. 
Hit  her  foot  against  a  splinter, 
Fell  into  the  foaming  brine.  — Chorus. 

Ruby  lips  above  the  water, 
Blowing  bubbles  soft  and  fine, 
Alas  for  me !  I  was  no  swimmer, 
So  I  lost  my  Clementine.  — Chorus. 

Dragged  her  body  from  the  river, 
All  besmeared  with  mud  and  slime, 
Undertaker  said  he  'd  make  her 
Coffin  out  of  yellow  pine.  — Chorus. 

In  a  church  yard  near  the  canon, 
Where  the  myrtle  doth  entwine, 
There  grew  roses  and  other  posies, 
Fertilized  by  Clementine.  — Chorus. 

Then  the  miner,  forty-niner, 
Soon  began  to  peak  and  pine, 
Thought  he  "oughter  jine''  his  daughter, 
Now  he's  with  his  Clementine.  — Chorus. 

Underneath    the    weeping    willow, 
Where  the  sun  doth  never  shine, 
Mouldering  in  her  grave  secluded 
Lies   my   darling   Clementine.  — Chorus. 

In  my  dreams   she  still  doth  haunt  me, 
Robed  in  garments  soaked  in  brine. 
Though  in  life  I  used  to  hug  her, 
Now  she  's  dead  I  '11  draw  the  line.        — Chorus. 


COLUMBIA,  THE  GEM  OF  THE  OCEAN, 

Key  of  D. 
Columbia,  the  gem  of  the  ocean, 

The  home  of  the  brave  and  the  free, 
The  shrine  of  each  patriot's  devotion, 

A  world  offers  homage  to  thee ; 
Thy  mandates  make  heroes  assemble, 

When   liberty's  form   stands  in  view, 
Thy  banners  make  tyranny  tremble, 

When  borne  by  the  Red,  White  and  Blue. 
Chorus. — When  borne  by  the  Red,  Whte  and  Blue, 

When  borne  by  the  Red,  White  and  Blue; 
Thy  banners  make  tyranny  tremble, 
When  borne  by  the  Red,  White  and  Blue. 
When  war  waged  its  wide  desolation, 
And  threatened  our  land  to  deform, 
The  ark,  then,  of  freedom's  foundation, — 
Columbia, — rode  safe  through  the  storm 
With  the  garlands  of  victory  o'er  her, 

How  proudly  she  bore  her  bold  crew, — 
With  her  flag  proudly  floating  before  her, — 

The  boast  of  the  Red,  White  and  Blue. 
Chorus. — The  boast  of  the  Red,  White,  and  Blue,  etc. 
The  wine-cup,  the  wine-cup  bring  hither, 

And  fill  you  it  up  to  the  brim, 
May  the  memory  of  Washington  ne'er  wither, 

Nor  a  star  of  his  glory  grow  dim; 
May  the  service,  united,  ne'er  sever, 

But  may  each  to  his  country  prove  true, 
The  Army  and  Navy  forever, — 

Three  cheers  for  the  Red,  White,  and  Blue. 
Chorus. — Three  cheers'  for  the  Red,  White,  and  Blue,  etc. 


COON!    COON!    COON! 

Although   it  's  not  my   color, 

1  'm  feeling  mighty  blue ; 
I  've  got  a  lot  of  trouble, 

I  '11  tell  it  all  to  you ; 
I  'm  cert  'nly  clean  disgusted 

With  life,  and  that's  a  fact, 
Because  my  hair  is  wooly 

And  because  my  color  's  black. 
My  gal  she  took  a  notion 

Against  the  colored  race, 
She  said  if  I  would  win  her 

I  'd  have  to  change  my  face ; 
She  said  if  she  would  wed  me, 

That   she  'd  regret  it   soon, 
And  now  I  'm  shook,  yes,  good  and  hard, 

Because  I  am  a  coon. 

Coon!  Coon!  Coon!  I  wish  my  color  would  fade; 
Coon  !  Coon  !  Coon  !  I  'd  like  a  different  shade. 
Coon !  Coon !  Coon !  Morning,  night  and  noon, 
I  wish  I  was  a  white  man,  'Stead  of  a  Coon !  Coon  !  Coon ! 

I  Had  my  face  enameled,  , 

1  had  mv  hair  made  straight, 
I  dressed  up  like  a  white  man, 

And  cert  'nly  did  look  great ; 
Then  started  out  to  see  her, 

Just  shortly  after  dark. 
But  on  the  way  to  meet  my  babe 

I  had  to  cross  a  park ; 
Just  as  I  was  thinking 

I  had  things  fixed  up  right, 
I  passed  a  tree  where  two  doves 

Sat  making  love  at  night ; 
They  stopped  and  looked  me  over, 

I  saw  my  finish  soon. 
When   both   those  birds   said   good  and   loud, 

"Coo-oo-oo-oo-oon."  Refrain : — 

16 


DIXIE'S  LAND. 

Key  of  C. 

I  wish  I  was  in  de  land  ob  cotton, 
Old  times  dar  am  not  forgotten ; 
Look  away  !  look  away !  look  away !  Dixie  Land  ! 
In  Dixie  Land  whar  I  was  born  in, 
Early  on  one  frosty  mornin' ; 
Look  away  !  look  away  !  look  away  !  Dixie  Land  ! 

Chorus. — Den  I  wish  I  was  in  Dixie!  hooray!  hooray! 

In  Dixie  Land  I  '11  take  my  stand,  to  lib  and  die  in  Dixie ! 
Away,  away,  away  down  south  in  Dixie ! 
Away,  away,  away  down  south  in  Dixie ! 

Ole  missus  marry  "Will-de  weaber," 

William  was  a  gay  deceaber; 
Lo'ok  away  !  look  away  !  look  away  !  Dixie  Land  ! 

But,  when  he  put  his  arm  around  'er. 

He  smiled  as  fierce  as  a  forty-pounder; 
Look  away !  look  away !  look  away  !  Dixie  Land  !        — Chorus. 

His  face  was  sharp  as  a  butcher's  cleaver; 

But  dat  did  not  seem  to  greab  'er ; 
Look  away !  look  away !  look  away !  Dixie  Land  ! 

Old  missus  acted  de  foolish  part, 

And  died  for  a  man  that  broke  her  heart ; 
Look  away!  look  away!  look  away!  Dixie  Land!        — Chorus. 

Now  here  's  a  health  to  the  next  old  missus, 

And  all  de  gals  dat  want  to  kiss  us; 
Look  away  !  look  away  !  look  away  !  Dixie  Land  ! 

But,  if  you  want  to  drive  'way  sorrow. 

Come  and  hear  dis  song  to-morrow ; 
Look  away !  look  away !  look  away !  Dixie  Land  !  — Chorus. 

Dar  's  buckwheat  cakes  an'  Ingen  batter, 

Makes  you  fat  or  a  little  fatter ; 
Look  away  !  look  away  !  look  away  !  Dixie  Land  ! 

Den  hoe  it  down  an'  scratch  your  grabble, 

To  Dixie  Land  I  'm  bound  to  trabble; 
Look  away !  look  away  !  look  away !  Dixie  Land  !  — Chorus. 

17 


DUKE  OF  YORK 

Key  of  B  fiat. 

There  was  a  Duke  of  York, 
And  he  had  a  thousand  men  ; 
He  marched  them  up  the  hill, 
And  he  marched  them  down  again ; 
And  when  they  were  up,  they  were  up,  up,  up ! 
And  when  they  were  down,  they  were  down ; 

And  when  they  were  half  way  up p  ! 

They  were  neither  up  nor  down. 


FLAG  OF  THE  FREE. 

Key  of  A. 

March  from  "  Lohengrin." 

Flag  of  the  free,  fairest  to  see ! 

Borne  thro'  the  strife  and  the  thunder  of  war; 

Banner  so  bright  with  starry  light, 

Float  ever  proudly  from  mountain  to  shore. 
Emblem  of  freedom,  hope  to  the  slave, 
Spread  thy  fair  folds  but  to  shield  and  to  save, 

While  thro'  the  sky  loud  rings  the  cry, 
"Union-  and  Liberty  !   one  evermore  !" 

Flag  of  the  brave,  long  may  it  wave. 
Chosen  of  God  while  his  might  we  adore. 
In  Liberty's  van  for  manhood  to  man, 
Smybol  of  Right  thro'  the  years  passing  o'er. 
Pride  of  our  country,  honored  afar, 
Scatter  each  cloud  that  would  darken  a  star, 
While  thro'  the  sky  loud  rings  the  cry, 
"Union  and  Liberty!  one  evermore!'' 


18 


GLORY  HALLELUJAH! 

Key  of  C. 

John  Brown's  body  lies  mouldering  in  the  grave, 
John  Brown's  body  lies  mouldering  in  the  grave, 
But  his  soul  is  marching  with  the  brave, 
When  men  go  marching  on. 

Chorus. —  Glory  !  glory,  hallelujah  ! 
Glory  !   glory,  hallelujah  ! 
Glory !  glory,  hallelujah ! 
His  soul  is  marching  on. 

He  has  gone  to  be  a  soldier  in  the  army  of  the  Lord, 
He  is  sworn  as  a  private  in  the  ranks  of  the  Lord, 
He  shall  stand  at  Armageddon  with  his  brave  old  sword, 
When  men  go  marching  on. 

Chorus. — Glory !  glory,  hallelujah !  etc. 

He  shall  file  to  the  front  when  the  lines  of  battle  form, 
Shall  face  to  the  front  when  the  squares  of  battle  form, 
Time  with  the  column,  and  charge  in  the  storm, 
'When  men  go  marching  on. 

Chorus. — Glory  !  glory,  hallelujah  ! 
Glory !  glory,  hallelujah ! 
Glory !  glory,  hallelujah  ! 
His  soul  is  marching  on. 


GO  DOWN,  MOSES. 

Key  of  B  flat  minor. 

When  Israel  was  in  Egypt's  land 

Let  my  people  go ; 
Oppressed  so  hard  they  could  not  stand, 

Let  my  people  go. 

Chorus. — Go  down.  Moses,  way  down  in  Egypt  land, 
Tell  ole  Pharoah,  Let  my  people  go. 

Thus   saith  the  Lord,  bold  Moses   said, 

Let  my  people  go ; 
If  not.  I  '11  smite  your  first-born  dead, 

Let  my  people  go. 
Chorus. — Go  down,  Moses,  way  down  in  Egypt  land,  etc. 

Xo  more  shall  they  in  bondage  toil, 

Let  my  people  go ; 
Let  them  come  out  with  Egypt's  spoil, 

Let  my  people  go. 
Chorus. — Go  clown.  Moses,  way  down  in  Egypt  land,  etc. 

The  Lord  told  Moses  what  to  do, 

Let  my  people  go ; 
To   lead  the  children  of  Israel  through. 

Let  my  people  go. 
Chorus. — Go  down,  Moses,  way  down  in  Egypt  land,  etc. 

When  they  had  reached  the  other  shore, 

Let  my  people  go ; 
They  sang  the  song  of  triumph  o'er, 

Let  my  people  go. 

Chorus. — Go  down,  Moses,  way  down  in  Egypt  land,  etc. 


GOD  EVER  GLORIOUS. 

Key  of  F. 

Air— Russsian  Hymn. 
God  ever  glorious ! 
Sovereign  of  nations, 

Waving  the  banner  of  Peace  o'er  our  land; 
Thine  is  the  victory! 
Thine  the  salvation! 
Strong  to  deliver, 

Own  we  Thy  hand. 

Still  may  Thy  blessing  rest, 

Father  most  Holy, 
Over  each  mountain,  rock,  river,  and  shore; 

Sing  Hallelujah ! 

Shout  in  Hosannas ! 
God  keep  our  country 

Free  evermore ! 


GOOD  BY,  MY  LOVER,  GOOD  BY, 

Key  of  G  major. 
I  saw  the  steamer  come  round  the  bend ; 

Good-by,  my  lover,  good-by. 
She  's  loaded  down  with  boys  and  men ; 

Good-by,  my  lover,  good-by. 

Chorus. — By,  baby,  by, 
By,  baby,  by, 
By,  baby,  by, 
Good-by,  my  lover,  good-by. 

The  river  is  up,  the  channel  is  deep ; 

Good-by,  my  lover,  good-by. 
Let  the  splash  of  your  oars  to  the  music  keep ; 

Good-by,  my  lover,  good-by. 

Chorus. — By,  baby,  by,  etc. 

I  '11  sing  the  song,  I  '11  sing  no  more ; 

Good-by,  my  lover,  good-by. 
I  'm  off  to-day  for  a  foreign  shore ; 

Good-by,  my  lover,  good-by. 

Chorus. — By,  baby,  by,  etc. 

Yes,  I  '11  steer  my  bark  to  the  ever  green  shore 

Good-by,  my  lover,  good-by. 
We  '11  take  one  drink,  we  '11  take  no  more ; 

Good-by,  my  lover,  good-by. 

Chorus—  By,  baby,  by,  etc. 


HAIL  COLUMBIA. 

Key  of  G  major. 

Hail !  Columbia,  happy  land  ! 
Hail !  ye  heroes,  heav'n-born  band, 
Who  fought  and  bled  in  freedom's  cause, 
Who  fought  and  bled  in  freedom's  cause, 
And  when  the  storm  of  war  was  gone, 
Enjoyed  the  peace  your  valor  won; 
Let  independence  be  your  boast, 
Ever  mindful  what  it  cost, 
Ever  grateful  for  the  prize, 
Let  its  altar  reach  the  skies. 

Chorus. —  -Firm,  united  let  us  be, 

Rallying  round  our  liberty; 
As  a  band  of  brothers  joined, 
Peace  and  safety  we  shall  find. 

Immortal  patriots,  rise  once  more ! 
Defend  your  rights,  defend  your  shore ; 
Let  no  rude  foe  with  impious  hand, 
Let  no  rude  foe  with  impious  hand, 
Invade  the  shrine  where  sacred  lies 
Of  toil  and  blood  the  well-earned  prize ; 
While  offering  peace,  sincere  and  just, 
In  heav'n  we  place  a  manly  trust, 
That  truth  and  justice  may  prevail, 
And  every  scheme  of  bondage  fail ! 

Chorus. — Firm,  united  let  us  be,  etc. 
23 


IN  THE  LOUISIANA   LOWLANDS. 

Key  of  C. 

Way  down  in  Louisiana,  not  many  years  ago, 

There  lived  a  colored  gentleman,  his  name  was  Pompey  Snow  ; 

He  played  upon  de  banjo,  and  on  de  tamborine. 

And  for  rattling  de  bones  he  was  the  greatest  ever  seen 

In  the  Louisiana  lowlands,  lowlands,  lowlands, 

In  the  Louisiana  lowlands,  low. 

Chorus. — In  the  Louisiana  lowlands,  etc. 

One  night  ole  Pompey  started  off  to  play  for  Caesar  Clum, 
But,  afore  he  went,  he  fortified  with  a  good  stout  glass  of  rum ; 
When  on  the  road  he  thought  he  saw  a  darkey  tall  and  grim. 
So  Pompey  laid  de  banjo  down  to  break  de  darkies  shin, 
In  the  Louisiana  lowlands,  etc. 

Says  he,  "Old  chap,  just  move  along,  or  else  I  '11  spoil  your  face;" 
But  dis  darkey  did  n't  seem  to  move  from  out  his  hiding  place ; 
So,  drawing  back,  he  crooked  his  head,  and  down  at  him,  cachunk; 
But  Pompey  made  a  sad  mistake,  for  't  was  nothing  but  a  stump. 
In  the  Louisiana   lowlands.-  etc. 

The  stump  it  proved  a  little  hard,  too  hard  for  Pompey 's  wool. 
For,  when  he  struck,  the  hickory  knot  went  thro'  the  darkey's  skull. 
Tnev  found  ms  banjo  by  his  side,  and  Pompey  lying  dead, 

SPOKEN — (And,   my  friends,   tliis   is   the  first  time   on   record 
that  it  was  ere r  known  of  a  darkey  coming  to  his  death.) 
SUNG — By  de  breaking  of  his  head. 
SPOKEX — (And  then  they  buried  him.) 
SUNG  :  Cliorus — In   the   Louisiana    lowlands,   etc. 

24 


IN  THE  MORNING,  BY  THE  BRIGHT  LIGHT. 

Key  of  G. 
I  'm  gwine  away  by  the  light  of  the  moon, 

Want  all  the  children  for  to  follow  me ; 
I  hope  I  '11  meet  you  darkeys  soon, 

Halle,  halle,  halle,  hallelujah! 
So  tell  the  brothers  that  you  meet, 

Want  all  the  children  for  to  follow  me ; 
That  I  will  travel  on  my  feet, 

Halle,  halle,  halle,  hallelujah ! 

Chorus. — In  the  morning,  morning,  by  the  bright  light, 
Hear  Gabriel's  trumpet  in  the  morning. 

Go  get  a  match  and  light  that  lamp. 

Want  all  the  children  for  to  follow  me ; 
And  show  me  the  way  to  the  soldiers'  camp, 

Halle,  halle,  halle,  hallelujah! 
We  '11  have  beefsteak  and  sparerib  stew, 

Want  all  the  children  for  to  follow  me ; 
And  nice  boiled  onions,  dipped  in  dew, 

Halle,  halle,  halle,  hallelujah ! 

Chorus. — In  the  morning,  morning,  by  the  bright  light,  etc. 

I  '11  take  my  old  banjo  along, 

Want  all  the  children  for  to  follow  me ; 
In  case  the  boys  should  sing  a  song; 

Halle,  halle,  halle,  hallelujah ! 
For  no  one  has  to  pay  no  fare, 

Want  all  the  children  for  to  follow  me ; 
So  do  n't  forget  to  curl  your  hair, 

Halle,  halle,  halle,  hallelujah! 

Chorus. — In  the  morning,  morning,  by  the  bright  light,  etc. 

25 


I'SE  GWINE  BACK  TO  DIXIE. 

Key  of  G. 

I  's  gvvine  back  to  Dixie, 

No  more  I 's  gwine  to  wander ; 
My  heart  's  turned  back  to  Dixie, 
I  can  ' t  stay  here  no  longer. 
I  miss  de  old  plantation, 
My  home  and  my  relation. 
My  heart 's  turned  back  to  Dixie, 
And   I   must  go. 

Chorus. — I 's  gwine  back  to  Dixie, 

I  's  gwine  back  to  Dixie, 
I  's  gwine  where  the  orange-blossoms  grow ; 
For  I   hear  the  children  calling, 
I  see  their  sad  tears  falling, — 

My  heart  's  turned  back  to  Dixie, 
And   I   must  go. 

I  Ye  hoed  in  fields  of  cotton, 
I  Ye  worked  upon  the  river, 
I  used  to  think  if  I  got  off, 
I  'd  go  back  there — no ;  never. 

But  time  has  changed  the  old  man, 
His  head  is  bending  low, 
His  heart 's  turned  back  to  Dixie, 
And  he  must  go. 

Chorus. — I  's  gwhie  back  to  Dixie,  etc. 

I'm  traveling  back  to  Dixie; 

My  step  is  slow  and  feeble, 
I  pray  the  Lord  to  help  me. 

And  lead  me  from  all  evil. 

And,  should  my  strength  forsake  me, 

Then,   kind   friends,  come  and  take  me; 
My  heart  's  turned  back  to  Dixie, 
And   I   must  go. 

Chorus. — I  's  gwine  back  to  Dixie,  etc. 
26 


JOHN  MORGAN. 

Key  of  F  major. 

John  Morgan  's  at  your  stable  door ; 
Where  's  your  mule?  oh,  where  's  your  mule? 

John  Morgan  's  at  your  stable  door ; 
Where  's  your  mule?  oh,  where  's  your  mule? 

You  '11  never  see  that  mule  no  more — 
He  '11  ride  him  till  his  back  is  sore. 
And  leave  him  at  some  stranger's  door, — 
There  's  your  mule  !  oh,  there  's  your  mule ! 

They  stole  that  mule  of  mine  away, 
And  marked  his  back  with  C.  S.  A. 
He  '11  come  again  some  other  day, 
There  's  your  mule  !  oh,  there  's  your  mule ! 

The  mule  is  back  we  hear  his  bray, 
John  Morgan  's  gone,  and  gone  to  stay 
The  country  's  safe,  hooray !  hooray ! 
Here  's  your  mule  !  oh,  here  's  your  mule ! 

For  him  we  've  nought  but  words  of  praise, 
This  relic  of  our  war-time  days, 
To  him  a  monument  we  '11  raise 
There  's  your  mule !  oh,  there  's  your  mule. 


27 


JUANITA. 

Key  of  D. 

Soft  o'er  the  fountain 
Ling'ring  falls  the  southern  moon  ; 
Far  o'er  the  mountain 
Breaks  the  day  too  soon ; 

In  thy  dark  eyes'  splendor, 
Where  the  warm  light  loves  to  dwell, 

Weary  looks,  yet  tender. 
Speak  their  fond  farewell. 

Chorus. — Xita  !  Juanita  !  Ask  thy  soul  if  we  must  part ; 
Nita !  Juanita !  Lean  thou  on  my  heart ! 

When,  in  thy  dreaming, 

Aloons  like  these  shall  shine  again, 

And,  daylight  beaming, 

Prove  thy  dreams  arc  vain ; 

Wilt  thou  not,  relenting. 
For  thine  absent  lover  sigh  ? 

In  thy  heart  consenting 
To  a  pray'r  gone  by? 

Chorus. — Xita!  Juanita!  Let  me  linger  by  thy  side  ! 
Nita  !  Juanita  !  Be  my  own  fair  bride ! 


28 


KEEP  IN  DE  MIDDLE  OB  DE  ROAD. 

Key  of  C  Major. 

I  hear  dem  angels  calling  loud, 

Keep  in  de  middle  ob  de  road ; 
Dey  're  a-waiting  in  dar  in  a  great  big  crowd, 

Keep  in  de  middle  ob  de  road. 
I  see  dem  stand  'round  de  big  white  gate, 

We  must  trabble  along  'fore  we  get  too  late, 
For  't  ain't  no  use  to  sit  down  and  wait ; 

Keep  in  de  middle  ob  de  road. 

Chorus. — Den,  children,  keep  in  de  middle  ob  de  road, 
Den,  children,  keep  in  de  middle  ob  de  road, 

Don't  you? 

Look  to  the  right;  don't  look  to  the  left, 
But  keep  in  de  middle  ob  de  road. 

Dis  world  am  full  of  sinful  things, 

Keep  in  de  middle  ob  de  road, 
When  the  feet  gets  tired  put  on  de  wings, 

Keep  in  de  middle  ob  de  road, 
If  you  lay  down  on  the  road  to  die, 

And  you  watch  dem  angels  in  de  sky, 
You  kin  put  on  your  wings,  and  git  up  and  fly ; 

Keep  in  de  middle  ob  de  road. 

Chorus. — Den,children,keep  in  de  middle  ob  de  road,etc. 
29 


KINGDOM  COMING. 

Key  of  E  flat. 
Say  white-folks,  hab  you  seen  de  massa, 

\Yid  de  muffstash  on  his  face. 
Go  Icng  de  road  some  time  dis  mornin', 

Like  he  gwine  to  leave  de  place? 
He  seen  de  smoke,  way  up  de  ribber, 

Whar  de  Linkum  gunboats  lay ; 
He  took  his  hat,  an'  he  lef  berry  sudden, 

An  I  spec  he  's  run  away ! 

Chorus. — De  massa  run,  ha,  ha ! 

De    darkies    stay,    ho,    ho ; 
It  mus  '  be  now  de  Kingdom  coming 

An'  de  year  of  Jubilo ! 
He  six  foot  one  way,  four  foot  tudder, 

An    he  weigh  three  hundred  pound, 
His  coat's  so  big  he  could't  pav  de  tailor, 

An'  it  would't  go  half  way  round : 
He  drill  so  much  day  call  him  Captain, 

An'  he  got  so  dreadful  tanned, 
I  spec'  he  try  for  to  fool  de  Yankees 

An'  to  pass  for  a  contraband. 

Chorus. —  De  massa  run,  ha,  ha  !  etc. 
De  darkies   feel   so  lonesome  libbin' 

In  de  log  house  on   de  lawn. 
So  dey  move  clar  tings  to  massa's  parlor 

For  to  keep  it  while  he  's  gone ; 
Dar  's  wine  an'  cider  in  de  cellar. 

An'  de  darkies  dey '11  hab  some; 
I  spec'  dey  '11  all  be  confiscated 

When  de  Linkum  soldiers  come. 

Chorus. — De  massa  run.  ha,  ha  !  etc. 
De  oberseer  he  make  us  trouble. 

An'  he  dribe  us  round  a  spell ; 
But  we  lock  him  up  in  the  smoke-house  cellar, 

Wid  de  key  trown  in  de  well, 
De  whip  is  lost,  de  han'-cuff  broken, 

An'  old  marster  '11  hab  his  pay. 
He  's  old  enough,  big  enough,  he  'd  ought  to  know  better 

Dan  to  go  an'  run  away ! 
Chorus. — De  massa  run,  ha  !  ha  !  etc. 

30 


LISTEN  TO  MY  TALE  OF  WOE. 

Key  of  B  fiat. 
A  little  peach  in  an  orchard  grew, 

Listen  to  my  tale  of  woe, 
A  little  peach  of  emerald  hue, 
Warmed  by  the  sun  and  wet  by  the  dew, 

It  grew,  it  grew  ! 
Listen  to  my  tale  of  woe. 
One  day  in  passing  the  orchard  through, 

Listen  to  my  tale  of  woe, 
That  little  peach  dawned  on  the  view 
Of  Johnny  Jones  and  his  sister  Sue, 

Them  two,  them  two, 
Listen  to  my  tale  of  woe. 

Chorus. — Hard  trials  for  them  two,  Johnny  Jones  and  his  sister  Sue, 
And  the  peach  of  emerald  hue,  that  grew,  that  grew, 

Listen  to  my  tale  of  woe. 
Now  up  at  the  peach  a  club  they  threw, 

Listen  to  my  tale  of  woe, 
Down  from  the  stem  on  which  it  grew, 
Fell  the  little  peach  of  emerald  hue, 

Poor  John !  Poor  Sue  ! 
Listen  to  my  tale  of  woe. 
Now  she  took  a  bite  and  John  a  chew, 

Listen  to  my  tale  of  woe, 
And  then  the  trouble  began  to  brew, 
A  trouble  that  the  doctor  could  n't  subdue, 

Too  true,  too  true, 
Listen  to  my  tale  of  woe. 
Under  the  turf  where  the  daisies  grew, 

Listen  to  my  tale  of  woe, 
They  planted  John  and  his  sister  Sue, 
And  their  little  souls  to  the  angels  flew, 

Boo-hoo !  boo-hoo ! 
Listen  to  my  tale  of  woe. 
But  what  of  the  peach  of  emerald  hue, 

Listen  to  my  tale  of  woe, 

That  was  warmed  by  the  sun  and  wet  by  the  dew ! 
Ah !  well,  its  mission  on  earth  is  through, 

Adieu !  adieu ! 
Listen  to  my  tale  of  woe. 

31 


MARCHING  THROUGH  GEORGIA. 

Key  of  A. 

Bring  the  good  old  bugle,  boys!  we  will  sing  another  song; 
Sing  it  with  a  spirit  that  will  start  the  world  along — 
Sing  it  as  we  used  to  sing  it,  fifty  thousand  strong, 
While   we   were  marching  through   Georgia. 

Chorus. — "Hurrah!   hurrah!   we  bring  the  jubilee! 

Hurrah!  hurrah!  the  flag  that  makes  you  free!" 
So  we  sang  the  chorus  from  Atlanta  to  the  sea, 
While  we  were  marching  through  Georgia. 

How  the  darkeys  shouted  when  they  heard  the  joyful  sound  ! 
How  the  turkeys  gobbled  which  our  commissary  found! 
How  the  sweet  potatoes,  even,  started  from  the  ground 

While   we   were  marching  through   Georgia. 

Chorus. — "Hurrah!  hurrah!  we  bring  the  Jubilee!  etc. 

Yes;  and  tnere  were  Union  men  who  wept  with  joyful  tears 
When  they  saw  the  honored  flag  they  had  not  seen  for  years ; 
Hardly  could  they  be  restrained  from  breaking  forth  in  cheers 

While  we   were   marching  through   Georgia. 

Chorus. — "Hurrah!   hurrah!  we  bring  the  Jubilee!   etc. 

"Sherman's  clashing  Yankee  boys  will  never  reach  the  coast!" 
So  the  saucy  rebels  said,  and  't  was  a  handsome  boast, 
Had  thev  not  forgot,  alas!  to  reckon  on  a  host, 

While   we   were  marching  through   Georgia. 

Lliorus. — "Hurrah!  hurrah!  we  bring  the  Jubilee!  etc. 

So  we  made  a  thoroughfare  for  Freedom  and  her  train — 
Sixty  miles  in   latitude,  three  hundred  to  the  main; 
Treason  fled  before  us.  for  resistance  was  in  vain, 

While   we   were  marching  through   Georgia. 

Chorus. — "Hurrah!  hurrah!  we  bring  the  Jubilee,1  etc. 

32 


MARY  AND  MARTHA. 

Key  of  F  major. 

Mary  and  Martha's  just  .gone 'long, 

Mary  and  Martha's  just  gone 'long, 

Mary  and  Martha's  just  gone 'long, 

To  ring  those  charming  bells. 

Chorus. — Crying,  free  grace  and  dying  love, 
Free  grace  and  dying  love,   . 
Free  grace  and  dying  love, 

To  ring  those  charming  bells. 
Oh !  way  over  Jordan,  Lord, 
Way  over  Jordan,  Lord, 
Way  over  Jordan.  Lord, 

To  ring  those  charming  bells. 

The  preacher  and  the  elder  's  just  gone  'long, 
The  preacher  and  the  elder  's  just  gone  'long, 
The  preacher  and  the  elder  's  just  gone  'long, 

To  ring  those  charming  bells. 
Chorus. — Crying,  free  grace  and  dying  love,  etc. 

My  father  and  mother's  just  gone 'long, 
My  father  and  mother's  just  gone 'long, 
My  father  and  mother's  just  gone 'long, 

To  ring  those  charming  bells. 
Chorus. — Crying,  free  grace  and  dying  love,  etc. 

The  Methodist  and  Baptist's  just  gone 'long, 
The  Methodist  and  Baptist's  just  gone 'long, 
The  Methodist  and  Baptist's  just  gone 'long, 

To  ring  those  charming  bells. 
Chorus. — Crying,  free  grace  and  dying  love,  etc. 


33 


MASSA'S  IN  DE  COLD  GROUND. 

Key  of  D. 

Round  de  meadows  am  a-ringing 

De  darkies'  mournful  song, 
While  de  mocking-bird  am   singing — 

Happy  as  de  day  am  long, 
Where   de   ivy   am   a-creeping 

O'er  de  grassy  mound, 
Dar  old  massa  am  a-sleepirig, 

Sleeping  in  de  cold,  cold  ground. 

Chorus. — Down  in  de  corn-field 

Hear  dat  mournful  sound ; 
All   de  darkies  am  a-weeping — 
Massa  's  in  de  cold,  cold  ground. 

Massa  make  de  darkies  lub  him, 

Kase  he  was   so  kind ; 
Xow   dey  sadly  weep  above  him. 

Mourning  kase  he  leave  dem  behind. 
I  cannot  work  before  to-morrow, 

Kase  de  tear-drops  flow ; 
I  try  to  drive  away  my  sorrow, 

Pickin'  on  de  old  banjo. 

Chorus. — 


34 


MEERSCHAUM  PIPE. 

Key  of  G. 

Oh,  who  will  smoke  my  meerschaum  pipe 
When  I  am  far  away? 

Chorus. — Allie-Bazoo-Bazee-Bazan, 

From  Kal-a-ma-zoo,  in  Mich-i-gan, 
Bad  man ! 

Oh,  who  will  use  my  green  umbrella 
When  I  am  far  away? 

Chorus. — Allie-Bazoo-Bazee-Bazan,   etc. 

Oh,  who  will  go  to  see  my  girl 
When  I  am  far  away? 

Chorus. — Some  other  man,  some  other  man, 

From  Kal-a-ma-zob,  in  Mich-i-gan,  etc. 

Oh,  Who  will  kiss  her  ruby  lips 
When  I  am  far  away? 

Chorus. — Some  other  man,  some  other  man,  etc. 


35 


MY  OLD  KENTUCKY  HOME. 

Key  of  G. 

The   sun  shines  bright  in  the  old  Kentucky  home, 

Tis  summer,  the  darkies  are  gay, 
The  corn-top  's   ripe  and  the  meadow  's   in   the  bloom, 

While  the  birds   make  music  all  the   day. 
The  young  foiKS  roll  on  the  little  cabin  floor, 

All  merry,  all  happy  and  bright, 
By  'n  by   Hard  Times  come  a-knocking  at  the  door, 

Then   my   old   Kentucky   Home   good-night ! 

Chorus. — Weep,  no  more  my  lady, 

Oh  !  weep  no  more  to-day ! 

We  will  sing  one  song  for  the  old  Kentucky  Home, 

For  the  old  Kentucy  Home  far  away. 

They  hunt  no  more  for  the  possum  and  the  coon, 

On  the  meadow,  the  hill,  and  the  shore, 
They  sing  no  more  by  the  glimmer  of  the  moon, 

On  the  bench  by  the  old  cabin  door; 
The  day  goes  by  like  the  shadow  o'er  the  heart, 

With  sorrow  where  all  was  delight; 
The  time  has  come  when  the  darkies  have  to  part, 

Then   my   old   Kentucky   Homfc   good-night ! 
Chorus. — Weep  no  more  my  lady,  etc. 

The  head  must  bow  and  the  back  will  have  to  bend 

Wherever  the   darkey  may  go ; 
A  few  more  days  and  the  trouble  all  will  end 

In  the  fields  where  the  sugar  canes  grow ;     • 
A  few  more  days  for  to  tote  the  wean-  load, 

Xo  matter,  'twill  never  be  light, 
A  few  more  days  till  we  totter  on  the  road, 

Then   my   old   Kentucky   Home  'good-night ! 
Churns. — Weep  no  more  my   lady,  etc. 

36 


MR.  VOLUNTEER, 

March  on,   soldier  boy  in  blue, 
Flag  in  trouble  calls  for  you ; 
Bayonet  glist  'ning,  clothes  all  new, 
Grand  inspiring  sight  to  view. 

So  when  you  march  along  the  street, 

Listen  to  the  cheers, 
But  when  you  come  back  sick  or  dead 
There  are  no  cheers  or  tears. 

Tramp,  tramp,  tramp,  the  boys  are  marching, 

Marching  on   in   line. 

You  don't  belong  to  the  regulars,  you  're  just  a  volunteer, 
You  're  only  one  of  the  rank  and  file. 
But  some  one  holds  you  dear ! 

Many  a  mother's  heart  will  ache,  and  in  the  coming  year 
Uncle  Sam  will  take  off  his  hat  to  you, 
Mister  Volunteer. 

Come  home,  soldier  boy  in  blue, 
War  is  over,  you  are  through. 
There  is  nothing  left  to  do ; 
They  have  no  more  use  for  you ; 

A  mother  waits  your  coming  home 

With  open  arms  of  joy ; 
She  cares  not  how  you  look  in  rags, 
She  only  sees  her  boy. 

Tramp,  etc. 


37 


NELLIE  WAS  A  LADY. 

Key  of  B  Hat. 

Down  on  the  Mississippi  floating, 

Long  time  I  trabbled  on  de  way ; 
All  night  de  cotton-wood  a-toting, 

Singing  for  my  true  lub  all  de  day. 

Chorus. — Nellie  was  a  lady,  last  night  she  died 

Toll  de  bell  for  lubly  Nell, 
My  dark  Virginia  bride ! 

Now  I  'se  unhappy  and  I  'se  weeping, 

Can't  tote  de  cotton-wood  no  more  ; 
Last  night  while  Nellie  was  a-sleeping, 

Death  came  a-knocking  at  the  door. 

Chorus. —  Nellie  was  a  lady,  last  night  she  died ; 

Toll  de  bell  for  lubly  Nell, 
My  dark  Virginia  bride  ! 


OLD  BLACK  JOE, 

Gone  are  the  days  when  my  heart  was  young  and  gay, 
Gone  are  .my  friends  from  the  cotton  fields  away, 
Gone  from  the  earth  to  a  better  land,  I  know, 
I  hear  their  gentle  voices  calling,  "Old  Black  Joe!" 

I  'm  coming,  I  'm  coming,  For  my  head  is  bending  low ; 
I  hear  those  gentle  voices  calling,  "Old  Black  Joe !" 

Why  do  I  weep  when  my  heart  should  feel  no  pain? 
Why  do  I  sigh  that  my  friends  come  not  again, 
Grieving  for  forms  now  departed  long  ago? 
I  hear  their  gentle  voices  calling,  "Old  Black  Joe !" 

Where  are  the  hearts  once  so  happy  and  so  free? 
The  children  so  dear,  that  I  held  upon  my  knee? 
Gone  to  the  shore  where  my  soul  has  longed  to  go. 
I  hear  their  gentle  voices  calling,  "Old  Black  Joe !" 


HAIL!  HAIL!  COMPANIONS  BRAVE. 

Hail !  Hail !  Companions  brave ! 
Defenders  of  the  Nation, 
Called  from  every  station — 
Here  's  to  the  land  we  saved, 
Wrhen  the  Flag  in  triumph  waved ! 


39 


OLD  FOLKS  AT  HOME. 

Key  of  C. 

Way  clown  upon  the   Swanee  river. 

Far,  far  away. 
There  's  where  my  heart  is  turning  ever. 

There  's  where  the  old  folks  stay, 
All  up  and  down  the  whole  creation 

Sadly  I  roam, 
Still  longing  for  the  old  plantation. 

And  for  the  old  folks  at  home. 
Chorus. — All  the  world  am  sad  and  dreary. 
Everywhere  I  roam, 

Oh,  darkies,  how  my  heart  grows  weary, 
Far  from  the  old  folks  at  home. 
All   round  the  little  farm  I  wander'd. 

When  I  was  young. 
Then  many  happy  days  I  squandered. 

.Many  the  songs  I   sung. 
When  T  was  playing  with  my  brother. 

Happy  was  I. 
Oh.   take  me  to  my  kind  old  mother, 

There  let  me  live  and  die. 

Chorus. — All  the  world  am  sad  and  dreary,  etc. 
One  little  hut   among  the  bushes. 

One  that  1  love. 
Still  sadly  to"  my  mem'ry  rushes, 

Xo  matter  where   I   rove. 
When  will  I  see  the  bees  a-humming 

All  round  the  comb? 
When  will  I  hear  the  banjo  tumming 

Down  in  my  good  old  home? 
Chorus. — All  the  world  am  sad  and  dreary,  etc. 

40 


OLD  NOAH. 

Key  of  G  major. 
Bress  de  Lord,  I  see  old  Noah ! 

Hal-la-lu,  hal-la-lu-yah ! 
Bress  de  Lord,  I  see  old  Noah ! 

Hal-la-lu- YAH ! 
How  d'  ye  know  dat  dat  is  Noah? 

Hal-la-lu,  hal-la-lu-yah ! 
How  d'  ye  know  dat  dat  is  Noah? 

Hal-la-lu-YAH  ! 
Bekase  I  seed  him  in  his  ark, 

Hal-la-lu,  hal-la-lu-yah ! 
Bekase  I  seed  him  in  his  ark, 

Hal-la-lu-YAH ! 
Bress  de  Lord,  I  see  old  'Lijah ! 

Hal-la-lu,  hal-la-lu-yah! 
Bress  de  Lord,  I  see  old  'Lijah ! 

Hal-la-lu-YAH ! 
How  d'  ye  know  dat  dat  is  'Lijah? 

Hal-la-lu,  hal-la-lu-yah ! 
How  d'  ye  know  dat  dat  is  'Lijah? 

Hal-la-lu-YAH  ! 

Kase  I  seed  him  in  his  chariot, 

Hal-la-lu,  hal-la-lu-yah ! 
Kase  I  seed  him  in  his  chariot, 

Hal-la-lu-  /AH  ! 
Bress  de  Lord,  I's  gwine  to  glory! 

Hal-la-lu,  hal-la-lu-yah ! 
Bress  de  Lord,  I  's  gwine  to  glory ! 

Hal-la-lu-YAH  ! 
How  d'  ye  know  dat  ye's  gwine  to  glory? 

Hal-la-lu,  hal-la-lu-yah ! 
How  d'  ye  know  dat  ye's  gwine  to  glory? 

Hal-la-lu-YAH  ! 
Kase  I  feels  it  in  my  bones, 

Hal-la-lu,  hal-la-lu-yah ! 
Kase  I  feels  it  in  my  bones, 

Hal-la-lu-YAH  ! 


OLD  SHADY. 

Oh !  ya,  ya  !  darkies,  laugh  with  me ; 
For  de  white  folks  say  old  Shady  's  free. 
Do  n't  you  see  dat  de  jubilee 

Is  comin',   comin' !   Hail   mighty  day ! 

Chorus. — Den  away,  den  away,  for  I  can  't  stay  any  longer; 
Hurrah,  hurrah  !  for  I  am  going  home. 

Massa  got  scared,  and  so  did  his  lady ! 
Dis  chile  broke  for  old  Uncle  Aby ; 
Open  de  gates  out !  here  's  old   Shady 
Comin',  comin' !  Hail,  mighty  day. 

Chorus. — Den  away,  den  away,  for  I  can  't  stay  any  longer;  etc. 

Good-by,  Massa  Jeff !  good-by  Missus  Stevens, 
'Sense  dis  nigger  for  taking  his  leavins; 
Spec,  pretty  soon,  you  '11  see  Uncle  Abram  's 
Comin',  comin' !  Hail,  mighty  day. 

Chorus. — Den  away,  den  away,  for  I  can  't  stay  any  longer,  etc. 

Good-by  hard  work,  and  never  any  pay, — • 
I  'm  goin'  up  Norf  where  de  white  folks  stay ; 
White  wheat-bread  and  a  dollar  a  day ! 
Comin',  comin' !   Hail,  mighty  day. 

Chorus. — Den  away,  den  away,  for  I  can  't  stay  any  longer;  etc. 

I  've  got  a  wife  and  she  's  got  a  baby, 
Way  up  Xorf  in  Lower  Canady. — 
Won't  dey  shout  when  dey  see  old  Shady 
Comin',  comin' !   Hail,  mighty  day. 

Chorus. — Den  away,  den  away,  for  I  can  't  stay  any  longer,  etc. 

42 


ONE  WIDE  RIVER  TO  CROSS. 

Key  of  G. 

We  '11  float  together,  we  '11  float  together, 
There  's  one  wide  river  to  cross. 

Chorus. — One  wide  river,  there  's  one  wide  river  to  cross. 

Three  of  a  kind  they  beat  two  pair, 
There  's  one  wide  river  to  cross. 

We  '11  chase  the  Devil  around  the  stump, 
There  's  one  wide  river  to  cross. 

Fluke-ma-gilda !    Fluke-ma-gilda ! 
There  's  one  wide  river  to  cross. 


PULL  AWAY. 

Pull  away,  pull  away,  pull  away,  brave  boys, 
Pull  away,  pull  away,  the  vict'rys  o,urs ; 
Pull  away,  pull  away,  to  the  distant  mark, 
To  the  prize,  our  bonny  bark — 
Pull  away,  pull  away,  'mid  the  waters  foaming, 

Sparkling,  dashing  all  around; 
Pull  away,  pull  away,  'mid  the  wild  confusion 

Onward  to  the  wished  for  bound. 

Pull  away,  pull  away,  like  the  lightning,  darting, 

Flashing,  now  we  speed  our  way ; 
Pull  away,  pull  away,  'mid  the  shouting,  cheering 

Bravely  we  have  won  the  day. 


43 


POOR  OLD  SLAVE. 

AVv  of  C. 
'Tis  just  one  year  ago  to-day, 

That  I  remembered  well, 
I  sat  down  by  poor  Nellie's  side. 

And  a   story  she  did  tell — 
'Twas  of  a  poor  unhappy  slave 
Who  lived  for  many  a  year ; 
But  now  he  's  dead  and  in  his  grave, 

Xo  master  does  he   fear. 

Chorus. — The  poor  old  slave  has  gone  to  rest, 
We  know  that  he  is  free: 
Disturb  him  not,  but  let  him  rest 
Way    down    in    Tennessee. 
She  took  my  arm,  we  walked  along 

Into  an  open  field. 
And  there  she  paused  to  rest  awhile 

Then  to  his  grave  did  steal; 
She  sat  down  by  that  little  mound. 

And    softly    wispered    there. 
''Come  to  me.  father,  'tis  thy  child," 

Then  gently   dropped   a   tear. 

Chorus. —  The  poor  old  slave  has  gone  to  rest,  etc. 
But  since  that  time  how  things  have  changed! 

Poor  Xellie,  that  was  my  bride. 
Is   laid  beneath  the  cold  grave-sod, 

"\Yith  her  father  by  her  side. 
I  planted  there,  upon  her  grave. 

A  weeping  willow  tree, 
I  bathed  its  ror.ts  with  many  a  tear 

That  it  might  shelter  me. 
Chorus. —  The  poor  old  slave  has  gone  to  rest.  etc. 

44 


ROLLING   HOME. 

Up  aloft  amid  the  rigging, 

Swiftly  blows  the   fav  'ring  gale, 
Strong  as  spring-time  in  its  blossom 

Filling  out  each  bending  sail ; 
And  the  waves  we  leave  behind  us, 

Seem  to  murmur  as  they  rise ; 
We  have  tarried  here  to  bear  you 

To  the  land  you  dearly  prize. 

Rolling  home,  rolling  home,  . 

Rolling  home  across  the  sea ; 
Rolling  home  to  fair  Columbia, 

Rolling  home  dear  land  to  thee. 

Full  ten  thousand  miles  behind  us, 

And  a  thousand  miles  before, 
Ancient  ocean  heaves  to  bind  us 

To  the  well  remembered  shore; 
New-born  breezes  swell  to  waft  us 

To  our  childhood's  welcome  skies, 
To  the  glow  of  friendly  faces 

And  the  glance  of  loving  eyes. 

Rolling  home,  etc. 


45 


SONG  OF  THE  LEGION. 

Key  of  G. 

Brave  companions  tried  and  true,  noble  Loyal  Legion; 
Veterans  who  wore  the  blue,  noble  Loyal  Legion ; 
Men  who  drew  the  nation's  sword. 
Saved  the  flag  from  being  lowered. 
Rally  round  this  jovial  board, 
Xoble  Loyal   Legk-ii. 

Quick  their  country's  call  to  heed,  noble  Loyal  Legion : 
Faithful  in  the  hour  of  need,  noble  Loyal  Legion ; 
Glorious   deeds   of  patriot  band, 
Fighting  for  fair  Freedom's  land. 
Bright  on  history's  page  shall  stand. 
Noble  Loyal    f.egion. 

Laureled  banners  on  the  wall,  noble  Loyal  Legion; 
Tender  memories   recall,   noble  Loyal  Legion; 
Joys  with  sadness  intertv/Ine. 

Hearts   through   humid  eyes  outshine, 
Tears  perfume  the  merry  wine, 
Noble   Loyal   Legion. 

While  of  this  heroic  host,  noble  Loyal  Legion ; 
One  is  left  to  drink  a  toast,  noble  Loyal  Legion ; 

He  '11  remember  days  of  yore, 

Loved  companions  gone  before, 

Mustered  on  the  shining  shore, 
Noble   Loyal   Legion. 


SO  SAY  WE  ALL  OF  US. 

Key  of  F. 

So  say  we,  all  of  us, 
So  say  we,  all  of  us, 

So  say  we  all. 
So  say  we,  ail  of  us, 
So  say  we,  all  of  us, 
So  say  we,  all  of  us, 

So  say  we  all. 

46 


STAR  SPANGLED  BANNER. 

Key  of  B  flat. 

O !  say  can  you  see  by  the  dawn's  early  light 
What  so  proudly  we  hailed  at  the  twilight's  last  gleaming, 

Whose  broad  stripes  and  bright  stars  through  the  perilous  fight, 
O'er  the  ramparts  we  watched  were  so  gallantly  streaming; 
And  the  rockets  red  glare,  and  the  bombs  bursting  in  air, 

Gave  proof  through  the  night  that  our  flag  was  still  there ; 
O  say  does  that  star-spangled  banner  yet  wave 
O'er  the  land  of  the  free  and  the  home  of  the  brave? 


On  the  shore  dimly  seen  through  the  mist  of  the  deep, 
Where  the  foe's  haughty  host  in  dread  silence  reposes, 

What  is  that  which  the  breeze  o'er  the  towering  steep, 
As  it  fitfully  blows,  half  conceals,  half  discloses? 

Now  it  catches  the  gleam  of  the  morning's  beam, 

In  full  glory  reflected,  now  shines  on  the  stream; 
Tis   the   star-spangled  banner !   O,   long  may   it  wave 
O'er  the  land  of  the  free  and  the  home  of  the  brave. 


And  where  is  that  band  who  so  vauntingly  swore 
That  the  havoc  of  war  and  the  battle's  confusion, 

A  home  and  a  country  should  leave  us  no  more? 
Their  blood  has  washed  out  their  foul  footstep's  pollution. 

No   refuge  could   save  the  hireling  and   slave 

From  the  terror  of  flight  or  the  gloom  of  the  grave, 
And  the  star-spangled  banner  in  triumph  doth  wave 
O'er  the  land  of  the  free  and  the  home  of  the  brave. 


O,  thus  be  it  ever,  when  freemen  shall  stand 

Between  their  loved  home  and  the  war's  desolation, 

Blessed  with  victory  and  peace,  may  the  Heaven-rescued  land 
Praise  the  power  that  hath  made  and  preserved  us  a  nation. 

Then  conquer  we  must,  when  our  cause  it  is  just, 

And  this  be  our  motto — "In  God  is  our  trust !" 
And  the  star-spangled  banner  in  triumph  shall  wave 
O'er  the  land  of  the  free  and  the  home  of  the  brave. 

47 


SWEET  ANNIE  MOORE. 

Annie  Moore  was  the  name  of  a  sweet  little  Miss, 

Who  lived  round  the  corner  from  me, 
Xot  a  girl  or  a  boy  who  did  not  enjoy 

Sweet  Annie  Moore's  so-ci-e-ty — 
Since  she  moved  away  much  lamenting  they  say 

By  the  beaux  that  she  had  by  the  score, 
The}'  don  't  miss  sister  Fanny  but  sigh  for  sweet  Annie 

But  they  '11  never  see  Annie  Moore  any  more — 

Annie   Moore  sweet  Annie  Moore 

We  will  never  see  sweet  Annie  any  more — 

She  went  away 

One  Summer's  day 
And  we  '11   never   see   sweet  Annie  any  more. 

Owen   Moore  was  the  name  of  sweet  Annie's  Pa-pa, 

And  he  owned  a  big  grocery  store, 
Tho'  Owen  was  willing  to  pay  what  he  owed 

Poor   Owen  kept  on   owing  more — 
Xow  bus  'ness  was  bad  and   'twas  owing  to  this 

From   the   neighborhood   he  moved   his   store. 
I  know  he  could  borrow  and  banish  his  sorrow, 

If  he'd  only  bring  us  back  sweet  Annie  Moore. 

Annie  Moore,  etc. 


48 


SWING  LOW,  SWEET  CHARIOT. 

Key  of  F  major. 

Swing  low,  sweet  chariot,  coming  for  to  carry  me  home, 
I  looked  over  Jordan,  and  what  did  I  see? 

Coming  for  to  carry  me  home ; 
A  band  of  angels"  coming  after  me, 

Coming  for  to  carry  me  home. 

Chorus. — Swing  low,  sweet  chariot,  coming  for  to  carry  me  home. 

The  brightest  day  that  ever  I  saw, 

Coming  for  to  carry  me  home ; 
When  Jesus  washed  my  sins  away, 

Coming  for  to  carry  me  home. 

Chorus. — Swing  low,  sweet  chariot,  coming  for  to  carry  me  home. 

I  'm  sometimes  up,  and  sometimes  down, 

Coming  for  to  carry  me  home ; 
But   still  my   soul   feels  heavenward  bound, 

Coming  for  to  carry  me  home. 

Chorus. — Swing  low,  sweet  chariot,  coming  for  to  carry  me  home. 


49 


TENTING  ON  THE  OLD  CAMP  GRUOND. 

Key  of  A. 
We  're  tenting  to-night  on  the  old  camp-ground ; 

Give  us  a  song  to  cheer 
Our  weary  hearts,  a  song  of  home 

And  friends  we  love  so  dear. 

Chorus. — Many  are  the  hearts  that  are  weary  to-night, 

Wishing  for  the  war  to  cease ; 
Many  are  the  hearts  looking  for  the  light, 

To  see  the  dawn  of  peace. 
Tenting  to-night,  tenting  to-night, 

Tenting   on   the   old   camp-ground. 

We  've  been  tenting  to-night  en  the  old  camp-ground, 

Thinking  of  days  gone  by, 
Of  the  loved  ones  at  home  that  gave  us  the  hand, 

And  the  tear  that   said   "Good-by !" 

Chorus. — Many  are  the  hearts  that  are  weary  to-night,  etc. 

We  are  tired  of  war  on  the  old  camp-ground ; 

Many  are  the  dead  and  gone 
Of  the  brave  and  true  who've  left  their  homes; 

Others  been  wounded  long. 

Chorus. — Many  are  the  hearts  that  are  weary  to-night,  etc. 

Wre  've  been  fighting  to-day  on  the  old  camp-ground, 

Many  are  lying  near ; 
Some  are  dead,  and  some  are  dying, — 

Many  are  in  tears. 

Chorus. — Many  are  the  hearts  that  are  weary  to-night, 

Wishing  for  the  war  to  cease ; 
Many  are  the  hearts  looking  for  the  light, 

To  see  the  dawn  of  peace. 
Dying  to-night,   dying   to-night, 

Dying  on  the  old  camp-ground. 

50 


THE  BATTLE-CRY  OF  FREEDOM. 

Key  of  A  Hat. 
Yes,  we  '11  rally  round  the  flag,  boys,  we  '11  rally  once  again, 

Shouting  the  battle  cry  of  freedom ; 
We  will  rally  from  the  hillside,  we  '11  gather  from  the  plain, 

Shouting  the  battle  cry  of  freedom. 

Chorus. — The  Union  forever!  hurrah,  boys  hurrah! 
Down  with  the  traitor,  up  with  the  star, 
While  we  rally  round  the  flag,  boys,  rally  once  again, 
Shouting  the  battle  cry  of  freedom. 

We  are  springing  to  the  call  for  three  hundred  thousand  more, 

Shouting  the  battle  cry  of  freedom ; 
And  we  '11  fill  the  vacant  ranks  of  our  brothers  gone  before, 

Shouting  the  battle  cry  of  freedom. 

Chorus. — 

We  will  welcome  to  our  members  the  loyal,  true  and  brave, 

Shouting  the  battle  cry  of  freedom ; 
And,  although  they  may  be  poor,  not  a  man  shall  be  a  slave, 

Shouting  the  battle  cry  of  freedom. 

Chorus. — 

So  we  're  springing  to  the  call  from  the  East  and  from  the  West, 

Shouting  the  battle  cry  of  freedom ; 
And  we  '11  hurl  the  rebel  crew  from  the  land  we  love  the  best, 

Shouting  the  battle  cry  of  freedom. 

Chorus. — 


THE  FLAG  OF  OUR  UNION, 

Key  of  A  major. 

A  song  for  our  banner,  the  watchword  recall, 
i  Which   gave   the  Republic  her   station ; 

"United  we  stand,  divided  we  fall !" 
It  made  and  preserves  us  a  nation. 

Chorus. — The  union  of  lakes,  the  union  of  lands, 
The  union  of  States  none  can  sever ; 
The  union  of  hearts,  the  union  of  hands, 

And  the  flag  of  our  Union  forever  and  ever — 
The  flag  of  our  Union  forever ! 

What  God  in  His  infinite  wisdom  designed, 
And  armed  with  republican  thunder, 

Not  all  the  earth's  despots  and  factions  combined 
Have  the  power  to  conquer  or  sunder. 

Chorus. — The  union  of  lakes,  the  union  of  lands,  etc. 


THE  GRAND  OLD  LOYAL   LEGION. 

Companion  O.  C.  BOSBYSHELL. 
Tune. — "Annie   Rooney." 

With  winning  ways,  and  pleasant  smile, 
Companions  come  together,  while 
With  merry  jest  the  time  beguile, 

The  grand  old  Loyal  Legion. 
Ev'rv  meeting,  rain  or  shine, 
Finds  us  here  by  eight  or  nine, 
To  greet  the  boys  who  toed  the  line, 

The  grand  old  Loyal  Legion. 

Chorus.— Bing !    Bang ! !   Bing ! ! !    Bang ! ! ! ! 
Sis,  boom,   a-h-h-h ! 
Bing!   Bang!!   Bing!!!  Bang!!!! 
Sis.  boom,  a-h-h-h ! 
So  the  cannon  used  to  roar, 
When  we  had  the  picnic  in  the  days  of  yore. 

The  League  is  small,  can't  hold  us  well ; 
We  're  getting  strong  and  very  swell, 
But  not  too  tony  yet  to  yell, 

The  grand  old  Loyal  Legion. 
The  time  will  come  when  we  '11  grow  less, 
Let's  meet   that  time   with   cheerfulness, 
And  praise  the  joyful  Legion  mess, 

The  grand  old  Loyal  Legion. 
Chorus. — Ring!  Bang!!  etc. 

Let 's  hope  that  Benson  and  his  men, 
Will  soon  erect  that  handsome  den, 
Where  Legionites  and  all  their  ken, 

The  grand  old  Loyal  Legion. 
Can  find  more  room  to  circulate, 
And  thus  be  sure  to  cultivate, 
More  lasting  and  affectionate, 

The  grand  old  Loyal  Legion. 
Chorus. — Bing  !  Bang ! !  etc. 

53 


THE  LOYAL   LEGIONIER. 

Key  of  F. 

By  Companion  Brevet  Major-General  JAMES  ^IcQuADE. 
Ho!  soldiers,  sailors,  and  marines!  I  sing  a  jolly  blade, 
Who  nobly  fit  into  the  war,  and  never  was  dismayed; 
Who  never  was  dismayed,  brave  boys,  nor  walked  off  on  his  ear, — 
A  gallant  Union  saver  was  the  Loyal  Legionier. 

Chorus. — The  loyal,  loyal,  loyal,  loyal,  Loyal  Legionier, 
The  loyal,  loyal,  loyal,  loyal,  Loyal  Legionier, 
He  takes  a  drink  when  he  is  asked,  of  whiskey,  wine  or  beer; 
A  gay  and  festive  "sojer"  is  the  Loyal  Legionier. 


54 


THE  OLD  BRIGADE. 

Where  are  the  boys  of  the  old  Brigade, 

Who  fought  with  us  side  by  side? 
Shoulder  to  shoulder,  and  blade  to  blade, 

Fought  till  they  fell  and  died ! 
Who  -so  ready  and  undismayed? 

Who  so  merry  and  true? 
Where  are  the  boys  of  the  old  Brigade? 

Where  are  the  lads  we  knew  ? 

Then  steadily,  shoulder  to  shoulder; 

Steadily  blade  by  blade  ! 
Ready  and  strong,  marching  along 

Like  the  boys  of  the  old  Brigade ! 

Over  the  sea  far  away  they  lie, 

Far  from  the  land  of  their  love; 
Nations  alter,  the  years  go  by. 

But  Heav  'n  still  is  Heav  'n  above. 
Not  in  the  abbey  proudly  laid 

Find  they  a  place  or  part ; 
The  gallant  boys  of  the  old  Brigade, 

They  sleep  in  old  England's  heart. 

Then  steadily,  etc. 


THE  REGULAR  ARMY,  0! 

Three  years  ago,  this  very  day,  we  went  to  Governor's  Isle 

For  to  stand  forninst  the  cannon,  in  true  military  style; 

Siventeen  American  dollars  each  month  we  surely  get 

For  to  carry  a  gun  and  a  bagnet  with  a  regimental  step. 

We  had  our  choice  of  going  to  the  army  or  to  jail, 

Or  it   's  up  the  Hudson  river,  with  a  copper,  take  a  sail. 

Oh,  we  puckered  up  our  courage,  with  bravery  we  did  go ; 

Oh,  we  cursed  the  day  we  went  away  with  the  Regular  Army,  O ! 

Chorus. — There  was   Sergeant  John  Mc-Caf-fe-ry, 

And  Captain  Don-a-hue ; 
Oh,  they  make  us  march  and  toe  the  mark. 

In    gallant   "Company    Q ;" 
Oh,  the  drums  may  roll,  upon  me  soul 

This  is  the  way  we  'd  go — 
Forty  miles  a  day,  on  beans  and  hay, 

In  the  Regular  Army,  O ! 

We  went  to  Arizony,  for  to  fight  the  Inguns  there ; 

Came  near  being  made  bald-headed,  but  they  never  get  our  hair, 

\Ve  lay  among  the  ditches  in  the  yellow,  dirty  mud. 

And  we  never  saw  an  onion,  a  turnip,  or  a  spud. 

Oh,  we  were  taken  prisoners,  conveyed  forninst  the  Chafe ; 

Oh,  he  said,  "We'll  make  an   Irish  stew  !"  the  dirt}'  Indian  thafe. 

On  the  telegraphic  wire  we  walked  to  Mexico : 

W'e  bless  the  day  we  skipped  away  from  the  Regular  Army,  O ! 

Chorus. — There  was  Sergeant  John  Mc-Caf-fe-ry,  etc. 

We  've  corns  upon  our  heels,  my  boys,  and  bunions  on  our  toes ; 

While  lugging  a  gun  in  the  red-hot  sun  puts  freckles  upon  our  nose. 

England  has  its  Gren-a-diers,  France  has  its  Zoo-zoos, 

The  U.S.A.  never  changes.they  say.but  continually  wears  the  blues. 

When  we  are  out  upon  parade,  we  must  have  our  muskets  bright, 

Or  they  '11  slap  us  in  the  guard-house  to  pass  away  the  night, 

And,  when  we  want  a  furlough,  to  the  Colonel  we  do  go ; 

He  says,  Go  to  bed.  and  wait  till  you're  dead  in  the  Regular  Army,  O  ! 

Chorus. — There  was  Sergeant  John  Mc-Caf-fe-ry,  etc. 

56 


THERE'S  MUSIC  IN  THE  AIR. 

Key  of  A  flat. 
There  's  music  in  the  air 

When  the  infant  morn  is  nigh, 
And  faint  its  blush  in  seen, 

On  the  bright  and  laughing  sky. 
'Many  a  harp's  ecstatic  sound, 
— With  its  thrill  of  joy  profound, 
While  we  list  enchanted  there 
To  the  rnusic  in  the  air. 

There  's  music  in  the  air 

When  the  noon-tide's  sultry  beam 
Reflects  a  golden  light 

On  the  distant  mountain  stream. 
When  beneath  some  grateful  shade, 
Sorrow's   aching   head   is    laid, 
Sweetly  to  the  spirit  there 
Conies  the  music  in  the  air. 

There  's  music  in  the  air 
When  the  twilight's  gentle  sigh 

Is  lost  on  evening's  breast, 
As  its  pensive  beauties  die. 

Then,  O  then  the-  loved  ones  gone 

Wake  the  pure  celestial  song, 

Angel  voices  greet  us  there 

In  the  music  in  the  air. 


57 


TRAMP,  TRAMP,  TRAMP. 

Key  of  B  Hat. 

In  my  prison-cell  I  sit, 

Thinking,  mother  dear,  of  you, 
And  of  all  the  happy  friends  so  far  away; 

And  the  tears  they  filled  my  eyes, 

Spite  of  all  that  I  could  do, 
Though  I  tried  to  cheer  my  comades  and  be  gay. 

Chants. — Tramp,  tramp,  tramp,  the  boys  are  marching; 

Cheer  up,  comrades,  they  will  come ; 

And  beneath  the  starry  flag,  we  shall  breathe  the  air  again 
Of  the  freemen  in  our  own  beloved  home ! 

In  the  battle  front  we  stood 

When  the  fiercest  charge  was  made, 
And  they  swept  us  off — a  hundred  men  or  more ; 

But,  before  they  reached  our   lines, 

They  were  driven  back  dismayed, 
And  we  heard  the  cry  of  victory  o'er  and  o'er. 

Chorus. — Tramp,  tramp,  tramp,  the  boys  are  marching,  etc. 

So,  within  the  prison  cell, 

We  are  waiting  for  the  day 
That  shall  come  to  open  wide  the  iron  door; 

And  the  hollow  eye  grows  bright, 

And  the  poor  heart  almost  gay, 
As  we  think  of  seeing  home  and  friends  once  more. 

Chorus. — Tramp,  tramp,  tramp,  the  boys  are  marching,  etc. 


VICTORY  AT  LAST. 

For  many  years  we  've  waited  to  hail  the  day  of  peace, 
When  our  land  shall  be  united,  and  war  and  strife  shall  cease; 
And  now  the  day  approaches,  the  drums  are  beating  fast, 
And  all  the  boys  are  coming  home — there  's  victory  at  last. 

Chorus. — There's  victory  at  last,  boys;  victory  at  last! 

O'er  land  and  sea  our  flag  is  free,  we  '11  nail  it  to  the  mast; 
Yes,  we'll  nail  it  to  the  mast,  boys;  nail  it  to  the  mast; 
For  there  's  victory,  victory,  victory,  at  last. 

The  heroes  who  have  gained  it,  and  lived  to.  see  that  day, 
We  will  meet  with  flying  banners  and  honors  on  the  way; 
And  all  their  sad  privations  shall  to  the  wind  be  cast, 
For  the  boys  are  coming  home — there's  victory  at  last. 

Oh,  happy  wives  and  children,  light  up  your  hearts  and  homes, 
For,  see,  with  martial  music,  "the  conquering  hero  comes," 
\Vith  flags  and  streamers  flying,  while  drums  are  beating  fast; 
For  all  the  boys  are  coming  home — victory  at  last. 


59 


VIVA  L'  AMERICA. 

Key  of  B  Hat. 

Noble  Republic !  happiest  of  lands, 
Foremost  of  nations  Columbia  stands, 
Freedom's  proud  banner  floats  in  the  skies, 
Where  shouts  of  liberty  daily  arise. 

Chorus. — ''United  we  stand,  divided  we  fall," 
Union  forever — freedom  to  all ; 
Throughout  the  world  our  motto  shall  be 
Viva'  1'  America,   Home  of  the  free. 

Should  ever  traitor  rise  in  the  land, 
Cursed  be  his  homestead — withered  his  hand, 
Shame  be  his  memory — scorn  be  his  lot — 
Exile  his  heritage,  his  name  a  blot ! 

Chorus. — "United  we  stand,  divided  we  fall,"  etc. 

To  all  her  heroes — Justice  and  Fame. 

To  all  her  foes  a  traitor's  foul  name ; 

Our  stripes  and  stars  still  proudly  shall  w    'e, 

Emblem  of  Libertv.  flag  of  the  brave. 

Chorus. — "United  we.  stand,  divided  we  fall,"  etc. 


60 


WAKE,  NICODEMUS. 

Key  of  A  major. 
Nicodemus,  the   slave,  was  of  African  birth, 

He  was  bought  with  a  bag  full  of  gold ; 
He  was  reckoned  as  part  of  the  salt  of  the  earth, 

And  he  died,  years  ago,  very  old. 
'T  was  his  last  sad  request,  as  we  laid  him  away 

In  the  trunk  of  an  old  hollow  tree, 
"Wake  me  up,"  was  his  charge,  "at  the  first  break  of  day ; 

Wake  me  up  for  the  grand  jubilee!" 
Chorus. — The  good  time  coming,  't  is  almost  here, 
It  was  long,  long,  long  on  the  way; 
Now,  run  and  tell  Elijah  to  hurry  up  Pomp, 
And  meet  us  at  the  gum  tree  down  in  the  swamp, 
To  wake  Nicodemus  to-day. 

He  was  known  as  a  prophet,  at  least  was  as  wise, 

For  he  told  of  the  battles  to  come ; 
And  we  trembled  with  dread  when  he  rolled  up  his  eyes, 

And  we  heeded  the  shake  of  his  thumb. 
Though  he  clothed  us  with  fear,  yet  the  garments  he  wore 

Were  in  patches  at  elbow  and  knee ; 
And  he  still  wears  the  suit  that  he  used  to,  of  yore, 

As  he  sleeps  in  the  old  hollow  tree. 

Nicodemus  was  never  the  sport  of  the  lash, 

1  nough  the  bullet  has  oft  crossed  his  path  ; 
There  were  none  of  his  masters  so  brave  or  so  rash 

As  to  face  such  a  man  in  his  wrath. 
Yet  his  great  heart  with  kindness  was  filled  to  the  brim — 

He  obeyed,  who  was  born  to  command ; 
But  he  longed  for  the  morning  which  then  was   so  dim — 

For  the  morning  which  now  is  at  hand. 

'T  was  a  long,  weary  night ;  we  were  almost  in  fear 

That  the  future  was  more  than  he  knew ; 
'T  was  a  long,  weary  night,  but  the  morning  is  near, 

And  the  words  of  our  prophet  are  true. 
There  are  signs  in  the  sky  that  the  darkness  is  gone, 

There  are  token  in  endless  array; 
While  the  storm  which  had  seemingly  banished  the  dawn, 

Only  hastens  the  advent  of  day. 

61 


WHEN  JOHNNY  COMES  MARCHING  HOME. 

Key  of  A  minor. 
When  Johnny  comes  marching  home  again ; 

Hurrah!  Hurrah! 
We  '11  give  him  a  hearty  welcome  then ; 

Hurrah !  Hurrah ! 

The  men  will  cheer,  the  boys  will  shout, 
The  ladies  they  will  all  turn  out, 
And  we  '11  all  feel  gay  when 

Johnny   comes   inarching   home ; 
.And  we'll  all  feel  gay  when 

Johnny  comes  marching  home. 
The  old  church-bell  will  peal  with  joy; 

Hurrah !  Hurrah ! 
To  welcome  home  our  darling  boy; 

Hurrah !  Hurrah ! 
The  village  lads  and  lasses  say 
With  roses  they  will  strew  the  way, 
And  we  '11  all  feel  gay  when 

Johnny   comes   marching   home ; 
And  we  '11  all  feel  gay  when 

Johnny  comes  marching  home. 
Get  ready  for  the  jubilee, 

Hurrah !  Hurrah ! 
We  '11  give  the  hero  three  times  three ; 

Hurrah !  Hurrah ! 
The  laurel  wreath  is  ready  now. 
To  place  upon  his  loyal  brow. 
And  we  '11  all  feel  gay  when 

Johnny   comes   marching   home ; 
And  we  '11  all  feel  gay  when 

Johnny  conies  marching  home. 
Let   love  and  friendship  on  that  day. 

Hurrah !  Hurrah ! 
Their  choicest  treasures  then  display ; 

Hurrah !  Hurrah ! 

And  let  each  one  perform  some  part 
To  fill  with  joy  the  warrior's  heart, 
And  we  '11  all  feel  gay  when 

Johnny   comes   marching   home ; 
And  we  '11  all  feel  gay  when 

Johnny  comes  marching  home. 
62 


YANKEE  DOODLE. 

Key  of  A. 

"Yankee  Doodle!"  long  ago, 
They  played  it  to  deride  us, 
But  now  we  march  to  victory, 
And  that 's  the  tune  to  guide  us. 

Chorus. — Yankee  Doodle!  ha!  ha!  ha! 
Yankee  Doodle  Dandy ; 
How  we  made  the  red  coats  run, 
At  Yankee  Doodle  Dandy ! 

To  fight  is  not  a  pleasant  game, 
But  if  we  must  we  '11  do  it ; 
When   Yankee  Doodle  once  begins 
Our   Yankee  boys   go  through   it. 

Chorus. — Yankee  Doodle !  ha  !  ha  !  ha  !  etc. 

And  let  her  come  upon  the  sea, 
The  insolent  invader, 
And  there  the  Yankee  boys  will  be 
Prepared  to   serenade  her. 

Chorus. — Yankee  Doodle  !  ha  !  ha  !  ha  !   etc. 

"Yankee  Doodle !"  how  it  brings 
The  good  old  days  before  us ! 
'T  was  two  or  three  began  the  song, 
And  millions  joined  the  chorus. 

Chorus. — Yankee  Doodle  !  ha  !  ha  !  ha  !  etc. 

"Yankee  Doodle !"  not  alone 

The  Continent  will  hear  it, 

But  all  the  world  shall  catch  the  tone, 

And  every  tyrant  fear  it. 

Chorus. — Yankee  Doodle  !  ha  !  ha  !  ha  !  etc. 
63 


INDKX. 


PAGE 

America 3 

Annie  Laurie 4 

Auld  Lang  Syne 5 

A  Wet  Sheet  and  a  Flowing  Sea,  6 

Baby  Mine 7 

Babylon  is  Fallen 8 

Battle  Hymn  of  the  Republic     .  9 

Bring  Back  My  Bonnie  to  Me    .  10 
Brothers,    Ain't     You     Getting 

Ready n 

Bugle  Calls 12 

Brave  Boys 13 

Clementine 14 

Columbia,  the  Gem  of  the  Ocean,  15 

Coon  !  Coon  !   Coon  ! 16 

Dixie's  Land 17 

Duke  of  York 18 

Flag  of  the  Free  .   r 18 

Glory,  Hallelujah 19 

Go  Down,  Moses 20 

God  Ever  Glorious 21 

Good- By,  My  Lover,  Good-By    .  22 

Hail  Columbia  . 23 

Hail !  Hail !  Companions  Brave,  39 

In  the  Louisiana  Lowlands  ...  24 
In   the  Morning  by  the  Bright 

Light 25 

I's  Gwine  Back  to  Dixie  ....  26 

John  Morgan 27 

Juanita     28 

Keep  in  de  Middle  ob  de  Road,  29 

Kingdom  Coming 30 

Listen  to  My  Tale  of  Woe    ...  31 

Marching  Through  Georgia    .    .  32 


PAGE 

Mary  and  Martha 33 

Massa's  in  de  Cold  Ground  ...  34 

Meerschaum  Pipe 35 

My  Old  Kentucky  Home  ....  36 

Mr.  Volunteer 37 

Nellie  Was  a  Lady 3s 

Old  Black  Joe 39 

Old  Folks  at  Home 40 

Old  Noah 41 

Old  Shady 42 

One  Wide  River  to  Cross  ....  43 

Pull  Away 43 

Poor  Old  Slave 44 

Rolling  Home 45 

Song  of  the  Legion 46 

So  Say  We  All  of  Us 46 

Star  Spangled  Banner 47 

Sweet  Annie  Moore 48 

Swing  Low,  Sweet  Chariot ...  49 

Tenting     on    the     Old     Camp- 
Ground    5° 

The  Battle-Cry  of  Freedom    .    .  51 

The  Flag  of  Our  Union 52 

The  Grand  Old  Loyal  Legion     .  53 

The  Loyal  Legionier 54 

The  Old  Brigade 55 

The  Regular  Army  O 56 

There's  Music  in  the  Air     ...  57 

Tramp,  Tramp,  Tramp 58 

Victory  at  Last 59 

Viva  L' America 60 

Wake,  Nicodemus 61 

When  Johnny  Comes  Marching 

Home 62 

Yankee  Doodle 63 


THE  DAYS  OF  LONG  AGO. 

Music  by  EDWARD  VAILE  MC!NTYRE. 
Words  by  Captain  W.  R.  HODGBS. 

We  love  to  sing  about  the  days 

When  we  were  young  and  daring, 
We  gaily  went  a  soldiering, 

And  naught  for  danger  caring. 
Oh  those  were  the  days  one  did  enjoy, 

With  never  a  thought  he  was  only  a  boy ! 
Oh  those  were  the  days  one  did  enjoy, 

With  never  a  thought  he  was  only  a  boy  ! 

Then  Ho  for  the  days  of  the  long  ago, 

When  we  tramp'd  thro'  the  mud  and  rain ; 
We  ate  hard-tack  and  bacon,  too, 

And  never  an  ache  or  pain. 
With  the  sky  above  we  slept  the  sleep 

Of  a  babe  in  its  mother's  arms, 
Without  a  thought  of  the  morrow's  fight, 

Or  fear  of  war's  alarms. 

For  boys  will  be  boys,  for  boys  will  be  boys, 
The  years  may  come,  the  years  may  go, 

But  boys  will  still  be  boys. 
Boys  will  be  boys,   for   boys  will  be  boys, 
The  years  may  come,  the  years  may  go, 

But  boys  will  still  be  boys. 

'Twas  march  and  fight  and  fight  and  march, 

Of  that  we  had  a  plenty, 
But  one  does  not  mind  such  things,  you  know, 

When  he  is  only  twenty. 
Then  how  you  loved  your  boyhood  friend, 
Your  pay  was  only  made  to  spend, 
Then  how  you  loved  your  boyhood  friend, 
Your  pay  was  only  made  to  spend. 
Then  Ho,  &c.,  &c. 

Tho'  many  years  have  pass'd  away, 
Our  hearts  are  young  and  glowing, 

We  have  our  pleasures   day  by  day, 
The  past  is  worth  the  knowing. 

No  one  can  take  from  us  our  joys, 

With  frosted  heads  we  still  are  boys. 

No  one  can  take  from  us  our  joys, 

With  frosted  heads  we  still  are  boys. 
Then  Ho,  &c.,  &c. 


MY  OWN  UNITED  STATES. 

The  poet  sings  of  sunny  France, 

Fair  olive  laden  Spain, 
The  Grecian  Isles,  Italia's  smiles, 

And  India's  torrid  plain, 
Of  Egypt,  countless  ages  old, 

Dark  Afric's  palms  and  dates, 
Let  me  acclaim,  the  land  I  name, 
My  own  United  States. 

I  love  every  inch  of  her  prairie  land, 

Each  stone  on  her  mountain's  side. 
I  love  every  drop  of  the  water  clear, 

That  flows  in  her  rivers  wide ; 
I  love  every  tree,  every  blade  of  grass, 

Within  Columbia's  gates ! 

The  Queen  of  the  earth  is  the  land  of  my  birth, 
My  own  United  States. 

The  poet  sings  of  Switzerland, 

Braw  Scotland's  heathered  moor, 
The  shimm'ring  sheen  of  Ireland's  green, 

Old  England's  rock-bound  shore, 
Quaint  Holland  and  the  Fatherland, 

Their  charm  in  verse  relates. 
Let  me  acclaim  the  land  I  name, 

My  own  United  States. 
I  love  &c.,  &c. 


UNIVERSITY  OF  CALIFORNIA  LIBRARY 

Los  Angeles 
This  book  is  DUE  on  the  last  date  stamped  below. 


JUN  l  6  20* 


Form  L9-75m-7,'61(C1437s4)444 


THE  LIBRARY 
UNIVERSITY  OF 

LOS  ANGELES 


E 

.2  Military  order 
P38s   of  the  loyal 
1902   legion  of  the 
United  States. 

Pa,  commandery  - 

Song -bo ok 


£ 

462.2 

P38s 

1902 


